Lt. Commander Doz Finch - Run-Of-The-Mill
Doz Finch
((H'thamtuhko Bathhouse, Upper vIq'mItlh City))
The team had one objective, to find the heirs Ruktah and J’nara. Intel had given them a starting point: the H’thamtuhko Bathhouse, a striking, tiled place of warrior relaxation. They had searched a changing room, and a private treatment room, and in the process had found an altered necklace with a crest belonging to House Qup’Dev, a broken piece of transporter relay, blood and other DNA evidence and now a missing puzzle piece in the form of a small chip that she believed likely contained the original intended transport coordinates of the relay.
Finch: We’ll try attaching it to the relay first shall we, and then see if we can pull out any pre-planned transport details.
Gnaxac: Right, here we g-g-g-go. ::His tricorder started to scan the necklace.:: Oooh, g-g-getting some fragmented d-d-data.
Basso: Anything useable?
The older woman’s eyes bulged out of their sockets, eagerly awaiting the results of Gnaxac’s quick engineering. If she was correct and the chip contained the data for a handshake destination—in other words, a specific location for the heirs to beam to—then it was going to give the team a general idea of where to search next.
Gnaxac: Looks like the transporter b-b-beam was programmed to g-g-g-go to… a mining c-c-colony? Surely that c-c-can’t be correct?
A mining colony. Very, very interesting.
Basso: Not exactly a romantic getaway, unless you’re a geologist.
Pace: ::After a short pause.:: Even if not a romantic getaway, if a getaway was what they were after a colony would do.
Finch: In a way, the perfect hiding place. Deep in the beating heart, where no one would ever think to look. ::She side-eyed the team.:: What do we know about it?
Ensign Basso tapped away at her tricorder then, squinting with fierce focus.
Basso: If I remember correctly, the Great House vItoS rules the planet, but QIn’HuD and Qup’Dev each own mines on the planet, right?
Pace: I think so, but I must admit I tuned out a little during the briefing. Klingon politics can be so confusing!
Gnaxac: Imp-p-penetrable!
Basso: It appears that the mining colony for J’nara’s transporter relay isn’t for the Qup’Dev but for QIn’HuD. Why would it be for her family’s opposing house?
Pace: Isn’t QIn’HuD Ruktah’s house?
Before Doz could answer, Gnaxac did so first, waggling a stubby forefinger in the Elaysian’s direction in confirmation, mission briefing loaded in front of him. Qln’Hud was indeed Ruktah’s house, suggesting that J’nara’s necklace had been altered for them to transport there specifically. It was terribly peculiar in one sense, what with it being the opposing house like the ensign had said, but then there were parts of the story they hadn’t likely pieced together yet.
And love, well. Many would do anything for it.
Gnaxac: I think you’re r-r-r-right.
Pace: But… why his over hers? If they didn’t want to be found, wouldn’t you think as far away as possible would be best?
The Ferengi shook his head and rubbed his chin, evidently as perplexed as the rest of them. Vesela had a sound point. Wouldn’t they want to disappear as far away as possible? Or was that just a little bit too obvious? She supposed the only way they could know for sure was to go there themselves.
Gnaxac: Unless you’re thinking of hiding in p-p-p-plain sight?
Finch: That’s my thinking as well, Mister Gnaxac.
Basso: Response
Vesela took a deep breath and Gnaxac looked over at Doz, evidently waiting for her to elaborate on her thoughts.
Pace: Does the colony have a busy spaceport? Despite being QIn’HuD territory, it might still be the best place to “disappear”?
Gnaxac nodded, and looked at his own tricorder, reviewing his data on the colony, the light from the screen on his device feeding information into his brilliant brain.
Gnaxac: Seems t-t-to. And if they m-m-made it there, they c-c-could be literally anywhere.
Basso / Pace: Response
Gnaxac: B-b-by the Exchequer… however would we f-f-find them if they g-g-got on a ship?
The older human blew air into her cheeks, hands finding her tea-cup pose with exasperation. She thought about it for a moment, stewing over the possibility that they might well have done that and were already on their way. Theoretically it was possible, but the odds seemed against them. It wasn’t an easy task getting off a Klingon planet, and if they had really been compromised in the middle of a beam, then even less so.
No, no. They were still there on the planet.
She could feel it in her bones.
Finch: With the Orbital Docks and all those security measures in place, not to mention who they are, I can't imagine getting off this planet is quite as easy a task as it is for your average run-of-the-mill Klingon.
So far it all seemed a bit like an elaborate plan gone wrong.
Basso / Pace: Response
Suddenly she heard the distant echo and guttural sounds of arguing and fighting, muffled as if from somewhere else in the building, rumbling in her ears like a chorus rather than just a pair. Scathing Klingon insults she could just about make out poked through the seam in the door, urging Doz to open it to get a look. She beckoned the others to join her as she walked out into the changing room.
Finch: Coming from the main entrance, that is. ::She nodded to the others, eyes twinkling.:: Believe we've gathered all we can from here.
Basso / Pace / Gnaxac: Response
In a light jog, Doz made her way back through the corridor and towards the main entrance area, tongue resting on her bottom lip with focus. Here in the muggy and austere tiled room, Klingons in uniforms belonging to the bathhouse surrounded and yelled at another donned in just the same.
Finch: Mev'yap¹! ::She shouted, eyes reaching that of the tallest Klingon.:: You there, what's going on?
Ukrar: This rat! Found sniffing around in rooms he has no right to be in. ::He growled, turning as the other man darted for the entrance doors.:: Argh! Do not run away, coward!
Basso / Pace / Gnaxac: Response
Gesturing for the main doors, Doz led the team outside into the plummeting rain, an oddly welcome sensation from the heavy warmth of the H'thamtuhko Bathhouse. With quick splashes beneath his feet, the other man ran off along one of the fortress-like streets, not bothering to look back. Like warp, the older human pulled out her device to look at a map of the immediate area.
Finch: He's heading for a one way turn. Gnaxac, Pace, you take the right street over there and try to block his exit. Basso and I will stay on his tail and do the same. Use the comms!
Basso / Pace / Gnaxac: Response